On a mountain far from Gotham City.
Miao Mu wore a white casual tracksuit and dinosaur sunglasses, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he took a leak from high above.
From here, Gotham City's sky looked as though it were blanketed by ominous dark clouds. They said overtime made people happy, but vacations were hard to come by. You couldn't have both fish and bear's paw.
So Miao Mu chose the latter. He planned to head to Star City to bring back his right-hand man, take a look around, and see whether he could gain anything. Metropolis happened to be on the way to Star City.
After reading newspapers for so long, he was probably the only person in all of Gotham who bought a copy of the Sunday Daily every day.
He had even collected a huge stack of clippings. Mm, all of them were written by Clark. You could call him a superfan. Since he would be passing through this time, he could join in the fun, ask for an autograph, and make himself familiar.
If something really happened someday, he could simply draw in a deep breath, raise his head, and shout, "Superman!"
Dun dun dun~ dun! The superhero made his entrance.
Of course, if Superman ran into trouble, forget it. Miao Mu couldn't solve it, and he didn't want to get involved either. Superman had limitless potential and accounted for ninety percent of the Justice League's combat strength.
But whenever it came time for Superman to fight an uphill battle, it was always a world-ending, civilization-collapsing disaster.
"Hey, ah-ha!" Jason's punching cries came from behind him.
Miao Mu shuddered, pulled up his pants, and blew out a smoke ring with the cigarette still between his lips before turning around.
Jason was bare-chested,